Alex's POV again; for two more chapters. The more eagle-eyed readers will notice that I switch every second chapter. I do not claim to own this stuff; all recognisable content belongs to its respective owners.
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I watch him as he moves, still a little bit awed by our surroundings. It isn't all that impressive, not when you're used to it. It is just a reminder to stay on their good side, after all. Not that I'm currently on their bad one, not anymore, or they wouldn't have played it like this.
What awes me is Danny. I have never felt as relieved as when he touched me again after we had our first of what I suspect will be a great number of little talks. So comforting, so warm, even now.
We settle down, after a few minutes, to watch a movie and eat the rest of our food. Danny picks one from the menu and I am happy to oblige him. I haven't seen this one before, but he seems to know it. It is something funny, light, so that makes sense. Danny knows a good deal about having fun; he is good at it.
I am good at maths and looking aloof, but I knew nothing about having fun, even relaxing, before Danny taught me how to. Now we curl up onto one of the couches again, with the blanket Danny keeps insisting I need to be wrapped in around both of us, which I am insisting on.
There's so much warmth in him. It is actually rather endearing. He is so easily impressed, but never moved; by wealth and other things that only runs skin deep.
Impressed, but he recognises immediately that which I know so many who still doesn't see after a lifetime: there's no substance to find in things which are inherently shallow. There's no happiness, even I who have never truly experienced it knows that, in mere money or power. You need something more. And that's all that Danny is; more.